Deep Green – Ooh God

Deep Green – Ooh God Lyrics

Artist: Deep Green
Song: Ooh God

Forgive me for my sins
Oh God, forgive me for my sins
Everyday we have to shot to get it in
Round here we’re wrapping up them drugs

And for the funds we get it done
You can call it that, you can call it that
Yeah my ends is kinda bait, look you can call it that
I’m grafting hard to get this paper, I be folding that

I’ve got a couple missed calls, let me call ’em back
In Sheffield, we be bout this ting
My n#gg# John is bagging dark until he’s outta cling
Man hear there’s food up in your yard, man’s bouncing in

My first raise, I got gassed off a ounce of tings
I’m tryna turn the green to the purple queens
A lot of bruddas on the curb and they be earning P’s
Set bruddas rep for rep, they just fakes to me

In my hood, we love the dough but we hate police
You ain’t got a real line, that’s just make believe
Batteries out the line when it’s time for man to aim and squeeze
He’s having mad dreams, it ain’t safe to sleep

So he does it with the lights on, I call him Katy B
Fam I used to get paid off a eighth of each
Went to pen then I touched road and turned straight to green
I’m talking to the Lord but does he hear me speak?

Get me off the road, fam I hope that He hears me
Oh God, forgive me for my sins
Everyday we have to shot to get it in
Round here we’re wrapping up them drugs

And for the funds we get it done
You can call it that, you can call it that
Yeah my ends is kinda bait, look you can call it that
I’m grafting hard to get this paper, I be folding that

I’ve got a couple missed calls, let me call ’em back
My gyal loves me still but she don’t like me much
Cause I’m on road for dough, tryna rise it up
But this life it sucks so I’m grinding blud

I wish to leave something behind when my time is up
The snakes I hate, the jakes they raid
They lock us up for someone else to take your place
We make mistakes in this paper chase

And end up in a cell feeling a waste of space
I ain’t a rapper, I just state the facts
I’m tryna see that kind of weight that’s gonna break my back
I keep asking Father God for Him to change my path

But this summer gon’ be hotter than Jamaica fam
Oh God, forgive me for my sins
Everyday we have to shot to get it in
Round here we’re wrapping up them drugs

And for the funds we get it done
You can call it that, you can call it that
Yeah my ends is kinda bait, look you can call it that
I’m grafting hard to get this paper, I be folding that

I’ve got a couple missed calls, let me call ’em back
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Release Year: 2019